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Aug 2013
It's a world of music.
Where I cannot dance.

It's a world of sports.
That I cannot play.

It's a world of obedience.
Where I cannot stay.

It's a world of cures.
Where I am still sick.

It's a fast world.
Where I am far from quick.

It's a world of compassion.
That I cannot feel.

It's a world that is fake.
So, what here is real?
You need to be careful what you tell people.
Everyone can talk.
Ayeglasses
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Ayeglasses  Seattle Born/São Paulo
(Seattle Born/São Paulo)   
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